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 Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 9:34 pm
At some point Molly had pulled a trash bag from the kitchenette and was throwing trash into it. Some silence went by before she spoke up again. “No matter what I wish though…it’s not going to change what has already happened. I can only hope…that what I had done counted for something to her…I really hope it did…” Molly stood, smiling a bit awkwardly as she rubbed her cheek. “But…I think…it’s only a matter of time, Otto.” She looked over at the young man. “It’s only a matter of time right now that separates me from seeing her one day…I think the same goes for you and Miss Nevada, too.” Her voice grew soft. “So until then…I…I am going to try my best right now.”
She resumed picking things up, going silent for a bit longer before she spoke up again, a bit quieter than before, almost as if she was a bit ashamed to admit this.
“I…I’m really happy I’m here…and that I met everyone…Jeremy, Miss Candace, Dakota, Bix, Rep, Miss Clarice…” But she did look up at him, and she smiled, her eyes lidding. “You.”
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 9:40 pm
Otto slowly peeled away the layers of blankets. Molly spoke from her heart, as she often did. But she revealed things that had to be tough to share. She trusted him, and he had to trust in her as well.
The boy padded over to where she stood doing chores, rubbing his arms uncertainly. "...me too.." He murmured quietly. "I um..." His eyes averted hers at all costs; looking to the side, his feet. Anywhere other than Molly's kind and caring eyes.
"I ran away from home. That's why I came to Deus. I don't think I have as good a reason for running as you did. Life sucked but... if I had known better, I probably could have changed it... but.. living here.. I think you and a lot of others have taught me what a real family feels like."
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 9:55 pm
Molly went back to picking up trash, but she paused once more as Otto drew near, and stilled as the boy spoke, staying quiet, since he was speaking so softly. She stood straight, looking at Otto as he spoke, though he didn’t keep his eyes on hers at all. Molly wasn’t sure if she believed that there were good or bad reasons…just reasons. Reasons and then the consequences each person had to live with because of those reasons. But she didn’t say anything about his reason. She just smiled. A freckled hand came up to lightly caress the back of Otto’s head, and she threaded her fingers through his hair affectionately as she leaned and pressed a kiss to his temple, since he had turned his face away from her. “I’m glad, and very happy to be apart of your family.” She murmured sincerely, her eyes slipping shut in a fox eyed smile she picked up from Jeremy before she released Otto, and resumed picking up the trash.
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 5:31 am
A kind kiss to the temple and an affectionate hand through his hair made Otto's heart warm a little more. He could never forsake Love. He could never avoid it to save himself the hurt, because he would never have the strength to live without moments like these. So as much as he wanted to protect himself from the pain of loss by closing himself off, he knew in his heart he never would again. He'd keep himself open, even though arrows would always be flying overhead in his life on Deus. Otto breathed in shakily, and turned to go back to his bedroom. When he emerged he was finally dressed like his usual self. Carefully chosen clothing worn to look as if he didn't try. The way a healthy Otto would. His hair was still a rat's nest though. "My comb won't work." He muttered grumpily. "Too many knots."
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 7:17 am
By the time Otto returned, Molly had made quick work of the rest of the wrappers and junk food lying around. The bag was tied closed and set near the door to be taken out later, and when the young man had returned, Molly was airing out the comforter he had been cocooning in before she came. Otto’s room was looking tons better already, she thought, and it wasn’t even done being cleaned yet. She folded it, and set it on the end of the couch as Otto came back, and she blinked in surprise, at seeing Otto wearing his usual clothes, and she smiled at him. He was very brave. “…Oh! I know…! I’ll be right back!” Molly scurried out of the room, and made the trip downstairs to her room, and then returned with her own wide tooth comb. She was pretty pro at getting out some gnarly tangles so…Otto’s really shouldn’t be a problem. Without waiting, Molly stood behind the teen, running a hand through his hair to find those pesky tangles, and then she got to work, working the comb through his hair.
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 12:31 pm
Wow, his room was looking habitable again. It felt like cleaning away the physical rubbish was clearing away the emotional kind too. When Molly returned, he was ready to take the comb and try his hair again on his own. But Molly, in her ever constant Mommy Mode, began to brush his hair. He hated to admit it, but he enjoyed being taken care of. Especially since he'd grown so tried of trying to take care of himself after Nevada's death. He didn't know how to fill the silence, so remained quiet as he fidgeted with the hem of his shirt.
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 12:41 pm
It was easier for Molly to handle all of this devastating news with stuff to do. She was thankful to be cleaning Otto’s room right now…and Otto himself. The silence didn’t bother Molly, and so the sound of her working the comb through his notted hair filled the silence. With practice ease she made quick work of the knots, especially since Otto’s hair wasn’t thick and curly like hers, and soon enough she was gently running the comb through the entirety of his hair.
“There we are…” She murmured, reaching to fluff a few bits here and there before she slid the comb into a pocket.
“…Um…hey?” She moved around until she was in Otto’s line of sight. “…You want to go for a walk? Um…only if you want to, though…of course!”
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 12:46 pm
Otto ran his hand through his hair. It was soft and fluffy again. Easy to tame down, and felt so much lighter on his head. He felt like a new person.
The teen looked up a bit as Molly came back into his sights. "Yeah. I could use the fresh air." He murmured, still fussing with his hair now that it wasn't a nest of knots. "I haven't been out in a while."
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 12:58 pm
Molly smiled, closing her eyes briefly. “Wonderful…! I’ll finish cleaning once we get back!” She couldn’t help but agree that Otto could probably use some fresh air too…Actually…Molly zipped over to open up his windows before they left…just to get some fresh air circulating in his room while they were gone. That being said, Molly lead the way out and down to the beach…being mindful of course…she’d been hearing a lot of…um…concerning things about the beach, but people seemed to go collect items there all the time, so…She hoped it’d be fine.
She did oh so like the breeze, and her hands were linked behind her back as they walked along. For the time being, she was quiet…if only because she didn’t know what to say right now.
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 1:07 pm
The outside world once more. It felt good, if not a bit unnerving. He'd really hole'd himself up a little too much. The silence was fine for a while as they walked. His eyes set firmly on the horizon, grimacing every time a tentacle splashed about in the distance. That'd be a terrible way to die. Drowned and forever remembered as the boy who got done in by a tentacle beast from Japan.
"Me n' America were chuckin' empty bottles into the ocean a while ago at night, and I saw one of them suckers catch it in midair."
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 1:21 pm
Admittedly those tentacles were making Molly a bit nervous off in the distance…but…as long as they stayed out there…At least the tentacles brought in more seagulls. That made Jeremy happy too!
Molly perked up though as Otto spoke, and she blinked repeatedly. “Oh yeah?” She echoed, peering off into the distance as she tried to imagine it. Molly was silent for a long moment and she came to a stop. “…Otto…” Her brows furrowed, and she brought a hand up to her mouth, biting her lip briefly before she asked him in a serious hushed whisper:
“How does America throw a bottle? That seems tricky for an eagle to do!”
Yep.
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 1:27 pm
Otto stopped, looking back at Molly worriedly. What was wrong? Did she leave a stove on or...
. . .
"Huh?" He asked, dumbfounded. "America... is a girl."
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 1:29 pm
Molly tilted her head.
"...A girl....eagle?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 1:29 pm
Otto's face went deadpan.
"A human female."
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 1:41 pm
Molly just stared at Otto, and stared, and stared.
It was hard to tell…but she may have been just a wee bit disappointed that America wasn’t really an eagle…but that disappointment quickly fled in lieu of embarrassment and mortification. Molly slapped her hands to her cheeks.
“Oh my goodness! I thought she was an eagle the entire time since she woke up, because when I last saw her Twitters picture—“ Which was a really, really, really long time ago “It was an eagle!”
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